Maybe

Maybe
Just maybe...
Things were meant to be this way.
And maybe,
Just maybe,
This joy was meant to never sway.
Perhaps
I was meant to feel this.
And maybe,
All the things I had once thought
Were maybe not the truth.
And maybe,
All the things I'd once believed,
Were not really you.
Maybe,
Just maybe,
This is who you really are...
More than my dreams had fathomed.
And more than my eyes could see.
Maybe
You really do want me...
And maybe
You really do care...
And maybe
You'd do anything to keep me close.
Maybe,
I was the one just standing there...

Perhaps
There's more than the world really sees.
All the broken religion
And plastic belief,
The way all the fakes
stand in what seems like grief.
Maybe
We're not at a funeral.
And maybe,
We just don't see...
That really, it's not a mourning,
And it's not a mystery...really.

Maybe
The life we all want
Is closer than we thought...
And maybe
Our minds just aren't thinking what they ought.
Perhaps
It's a gift.
Something must be accepted...
And really our minds just don't comprehend it.
But maybe
We need to.
Even if at first,
We afraid to.
And why be afraid to?
It's your Father,
Not just a man.

Maybe
To say that we're looking for truth
Is more truthful itself,
than to look like we're fine.
Better than looking so
Perfect, Devine.

Maybe,
It's a lie.
How Jesus doesn't move.
That he's only a picture,
And there is no proof.
Maybe
He wants us to know that there's more.
And maybe
He wants us to just unlock the door.
He's knocking,
We're watching TV or
ignoring.

Maybe
We should open the door.
Let him in,
But not see what's in store.
Why not
Just go with the
Lover of your soul...
He knows who you are and
He knows where to go.

Why are you afraid?

Maybe
You need to stop
All the excuses,
And quit
Giving in
To just mental abuses
Maybe
IT'S TRUE.
Maybe
HE'S A REAL GOD.
And maybe
best thing you can do right now?
Would be to be honest with yourself.



Maybe,
Just maybe,
This is REAL.

And yet so small.

Hello, I've been thrust into an entirely new world...I am writing a new chapter in a book that seems to have been written once already, but on different terms. I think I am expanding...growing...constantly learning more and more of what I never was interested in. But I now am slowly turning my head as I move forward, looking back at the person I was and how things just seemed to fall into place. I look back constantly not in regret, but in observation at the differences in my life then, and the shifts it is making now.

Moving here has been like I've been cast into the oblivion of the earth, but set there, floating, to look back at it. I feel like a solitary object, just breathing....BREATHING.....breathing. That's all. I'm taking it in, or at least I think I am.

I feel like years have gone by...and that I am a different person, with different goals, and different views. Though, secretly I am really just the same child I was, ready to laugh at the next joke. Ready to mess up on my facts. And ready to not remember just what it was that I went upstairs to do. Ready to innocently lift the pages of a fairytale, or watch the scenes of a fantasy. I am still a young girl at heart...waiting, watching, and wanting more. I am still so small...